FLASH Story 1: The Otter and The Hound (pt.2)
#2 of FLASH Stories!
Here's part 2 to the Otter and the Hound FLASH Story! (they will be shorter in the future, I'm getting my creative writing juices flowing with this story. LOL)
Ronnie woke up feeling hazy and weak, while his body almost not wanting to move. He slowly opened his eyes and he saw that he is sitting against a tree by the bleachers of the football field. It was nearly dark out, so he mustn't have been out that long; at most it had to have been four hours. Lying on the bleachers was the otter that had knocked him out. He struggled to get up and just managed to when he saw the otter was sitting up now, staring at him.
"Well hello there sleepy head; I'm sorry I had to do that to you, but you would never have cooperated with me." The otter piped out.
"Fuck you, dude! You're a psychopath, going and drugging me up like that." Ronnie replied with a growl.
"Oh, come now, do you really want to act that way? It's only fair that I got to do something mean to you after all that you did to me."
"Whatever. I'm leaving now, so have fun with whatever delusion you are in by yourself."
"You're not going anywhere." At this, the otter jumps down from the bleachers and steps in front of the beagle. He reaches out and places one of his webbed paws on Ronnie's groin, squeezing tightly but not tight enough to hurt.
The beagle stops and gives the otter in front of him a weird and somewhat mad look. Now he knows what this fur wants. The otter wants him. Obvious that he can't move forward, Ronnie starts to move backwards, forgetting that the tree was behind him. He hits his back against it and swears under his breath, unable to now move without actually hurting the little otter in front of him, which he didn't really want to do. For being on the football team, Ronnie was actually quite the pacifist. Ronnie decides quickly that this the only thing he can do now, is let this kind of cute to him fur do what he pleased.
"Do you even know my name?" the otter squeaks.
"It's Trevor, or Travis, or something like that." Ronnie scrambles through his brain to remember his name.
"You're right with the Travis. Good job, you actually know your bullying victim's name. Congratulations," Travis says with a sneer. He puts his chest up against Ronnie's, his chin barely touching Ronnie's shoulders. Now that Ronnie actually looked at the otter, the more guilt he felt for what he did, because he was actually kind of cute. What am I thinking?? I like chicks! Ronnie thinks to himself, yelling at himself through his mind.
The otter squeezes on Ronnie's junk even tighter, still not hurting him. Ronnie let out a bit of a quiet yelp, unable to control his member's sudden urge to get harder... and harder... until his full length throbbed in his sheath. The otter suddenly let go, giggling and reaching into Ronnie's shorts, which he had so kindly put on the hound. Ronnie let out a soft sigh and closed his eyes as the otter felt his now hard and bulging sheath, sliding his paw up and down it, exposing the tip on the way down, and it being covered again on the way up.
Ronnie leaned back against the tree and got relaxed as the otter worked on his sheath; the otter who was now pulling down his shorts. Travis had Ronnie's shorts on the ground completely now, and the beagle obligingly kicked them aside, allowing his legs to be spread apart a bit further. How can I actually be enjoying this? Ronnie asked himself. He feels cool air reach his member as the otter pushes his sheath back past his now growing knot. He hears odd chittering and murring sounds coming from the fur in front of him as he feels the paw leave his member.
He lets out a soft gasp as he feels warmth on his cock again. Ronnie opens his eyes and looks down to find the otter swallowing his length whole, going to the knot and stopping. Damn, he knows what he's doing, and I am actually enjoying this. He relaxes and closes his eyes again, letting the otter do his work. Ronnie can feel his member throb inside Travis' maw, slicking his cock up. He feels a paw reach up and fondle and tug at his balls as his member gets worked on with the otter's maw.
After a short while he feels cold air on his member again. Where's the warmth of the cute little otter's maw? He asks himself. Ronnie opens his eyes and looks down, seeing the otter undoing the drawstring to his own shorts and pulling them down along with his underwear. Travis reaches out once he's done and strokes Ronnie's member again, using his own saliva as a lubricant. "I want you to enter me, you hot stud of a dog." Travis says to the beagle in an out-of-breath voice.